What Might've Been So Long Ago

What might've been so long ago
My mind could never know--
I faint collect those days to me,
In haste the hours flee;
 then a moment, stranded
 upon my mind, is granted
 a stay in memory--
Find I then a lost reflect?
Or is it but a speck
Of tainted 'morrows ill-untold,
A vacuum of the soul?
 then a thought landed
 and from my soul expanded
 what should've been so long ago--
Flee, my thoughts, fly!
Lead me to how, not why
The whims of deepened flow
Persist upon my soul;
 then the memory handed
 as it reprimanded,
 what could've been so long ago-