
I did not win lotteries
or inherit quiet miracles.
I just met someone
who chose me back.
In a world that forgets easily,
their hands remember my name.
In nights that ask too much,
their silence feels like home.
I am not rich in gold,
but I wake beside certainty.
And that—
that makes me the luckiest man alive.
About the Creator
Jhon smith
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