Growing Pains

Legs aching, body writhing.
She floats in: silent, knowing.
Rests beside my curled body,
her hand light on my too-hot back.

You must be growing.
This pain is normal.

Now, sometimes.
That familiar gnaw.
But, this time, my heart.

She is not near.

Afterwards -
Days, months, maybe years:
Length,
Different posture.

Form made new.