We just came out of the movies. He walked a little ahead of me to open the theater door to the street. When I passed him, I could smell his deodorant which had a clean scent with a light musk. As we moved further away from the theater towards the hotel, he lit a cigarette. We walked side by side, and that is when he took my hand and held it. It was a memory ingrained in my heart and mind. A memory never lost but never returned after that day. Whenever I smell that mixture, I look around and hope to see you. I never do, but I still reconnect with that feeling of when you took my hand and smiled.