'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone

He left the car alone and when he came back to the car it was gone.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

The last rose of summer

The Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose.

I am a tree that bear fruit from it's branch, if you say you have no talent, then you are a flower that is still precede to bloom.