The Chance That Flew By

I don't remember what time it was, what year, month or day. I don't even remember what we said to each other.

We were sitting in a truck (either his or mine), and from what I recall, I'm in the driver's seat, which doesn't seem right because wasn't the truck black? Shouldn't have he been in the driver's seat?

He and the wife got into a fight and he left. Found me, just outside of a hotel.

We're sitting in a parking lot.

I said something because I was upset.

I just remember the look on his face--like I broke his heart. All that ice shattered.