The Colour Green

As I stood Just outside my lonely house Cursing the cold. I saw them Across the street Under the flame tree. A leaf fell on her hair She cared not. He was more concentrated On brushing her hot red lips. Cold wind blew but They hugged closer Feeling each other’s warmth. Rain dropped slowly They did not move. He just opened his brolly. The kissing did not stop. Then I saw her face. It was my ex. I turned sickly green. But not of the cold.