I have made myself small

I have made myself small as a pine nut,
A pine seed in the great conflagration
Of your departure.  Each step away shut
A vault, another door slammed like a gun.

The hours and aches of your going away
Fill me with inflammable shame, topped off
With fumes and rumors day by day by day
Just as a gas can accepts the last drop.

And tall in the trees, a wilderness of fire
Lays waste the timbers of our old love house
And eats the raw logs laid up by desire
To build by the field a child's playhouse.

But my spirit's made small as a hot pine seed
And will stretch a forest, though it rest in weeds.