All of Them

i turn my phone,
screen down
i don't want to see the notification
marking a text
from a name,
that's been giving me chills.

perhaps these chills
are one of happiness,
though they can't be every time.
we've both felt that of anxiety
that still isn't all of them.

maybe they're of a realization,
discovery of a new feeling
what did i call it earlier?
bliss?
maybe that's it.
that still isn't all of them.

perchance they are of a sadness
holding the knowing fact
that nothing stays.
we've gone months without talking,
why break the pattern now?
i think that's the rest of them.

i turn my phone,
screen up
and see the notification
marking a text
from the name,
that's been giving me chills.