where..?

I could have
written on a
piece of paper..
written somewhere
and forgotten..
that paper kept
in a drawer or a
part of diary safe
in the cupboard,
never meant to
share, left unaware..
What if that
paper dropped on
ground and by
someone found..
or thrown in a dust-bin
to be lost and never heard
in words of sound..
Words formed by
keyboard as my
fingers type as
my thoughts look
around..
What's the difference?
Some are lost while
some by few
strangers are found..
They remain to be
deleted some day;
Never to be read
or understood,
what to say of
others, e'en I
don't gather
from where they
came, for I never
keep them bound..