It’s been ages

Laura, my ghost
I have not searched for you
But I found someone like you
With your name
Who dances ballet
She stretches, just like your mouth did
She’s flexible like your moods
Thin air, thick air or back to dust
I cannot pick an option
I love ballerina because of you
And classical music too
And pointe shoes
So I watch her
In hopes that she becomes you
Or that you are her

LARDO