Maybe, we’ll lend them
the attention that they do not deserve…

Perhaps, we grant them
the love that they do not thank…

Maybe a sigh,
maybe an answer…

Maybe a vacuum,
maybe a door…

Possibly, they need us,
although they deny our existence…

Probably, something is missing,
in those hearts that silence…

Toxic people,
yours, mine,
the chronic…
the individual ones, the universal ones,
the symbiotic…