Someone asked me what green looked
like and I couldn’t answer until now.

Green looks like
the colour of the shirt she wore when we first met
Or the shade of the grass we lay on
on an unusually warm winter day
(she ran her hand up my spine
And marked me with shivers)

Green was the colour
of her eyes when she saw me
talk to someone else.

Green was the sadness in her voice
when I told her it was over.

Green looks like
a lover you never want to touch again.

(But given the chance
I’d ran my hands over her spine
and remind her
what other colours looked like)