Brain to Paper

There's this ache.
Right here.
I know what it means.
(Perhaps it has happened to you.)
It means
There's poems in here!
but they're all mixed and jumbled
waiting to be unscrambled.
I know I could write them
(They're already written)
I've carried them around
trying to remember
what they were before
I tried to write them down.
(If only brains had printers.)