I Dream of a Pizza Girl

Portland OR

Description

‘Twas dusk, I walking North on 45th towards Woodstock and you South. You were traveling solitarily with one large pizza, presumably from Double Mountain. I couldn’t help but wonder if you were returning home to eat that entire pie alone. I secretly wished, by some miracle, you would invite me, a stranger, into your home to enjoy it with you. As you got to your Subie, you looked up and we made eye contact. I was enchanted by your piericng eyes and lovley smile and mutely said “hi.” With that our gaze broke and off we went in our respective directions. My dear pizza girl, you must know that I will now and until the end of time pine for you and your delicate delicious fare and dream of the pizza party that could have been. 🍕