Fallen Stories

Out the window the gravity took hold,
the words flowed into the story told,
in the dreams they scatter letters away,
if only the mind could make them stay,
closing down with paper gripped,
to open it again showing it ripped,
now the words will never show,
and how can another reader ever know,
perhaps another copy is near by,
but then if not important i will wonder why,
it never gained the fame is deserved,
which is why it never was reserved.