THE STRIPPER

she is a memory of some importance.
i saw her a few times,
and didn't think too much about her.
a guy has to be a schmuck,
to think about dating a stripper.
she like me...
i suppose.
i always gave her a nice tip.
pretty soon...
she started taking a bar stool,
next to mine,on her breaks.
we got to know each other.
she appeared to be a brunette,
but actually, after a while,
i discovered she was a strawberry blonde.
she told me other intimate things.
we started to develop a relationship.
i took her out to breakfast,
after her shift.
then i stopped seeing her.
it wasn't going to work.
a couple of years later,
i saw her in a nice club.
seems she was doing alright.
i took her out a few times,
then i "bailed" on her again.
i've known her for over ten years.
i see her sometimes.
we share a strange closeness.
a couple of years, ago...
she sent me an expensive watch.
it means a lot to me.
she is genuine.
she didn't want to change herself.
she didn't want to change me.
we endure.