Lost

It seems I have left my soul
Pressed on the note you left,
Just beside your coffee cup.

It seems I have left my thoughts,
Hidden deep within the petals of the loneliest rose.

I feel I left my conscience sitting in that empty chair
(Can you see it?)
Just beside the window?
That was the last place
I remember feeling
Ever so slightly, alive.

And now you look at me
Through empty eyes
And say these words I can not hear.
Look at me, expecting an answer.

Sorry sir, I have no thoughts.
I seem to have left them between the petals of the loneliest rose.