He is just a Left Over
By someone who vows him forever
Someone to feel gratifying affection for
By all means and by all forms

He was hurt before I knew him
His eyes was like a rain
A fine misty rain
Pouring my heart with this afflicted pain

Then we meet halfway
I was broken and devastated
He was lonely and busted
That day we called each other
“The Left-over”

A Thing that remains after something is ended