I said goodbye to a bathroom. Without my glasses, I had to pick up every single toiletry item to identify the brands that took care of your body. I took a whiff of your deodorant, opened a jar of gel and used your lip balm. I carefully placed every object back exactly where I had found them. The star of the bathroom was your perfume. Standing there with nothing to do, I suddenly became mischievous and inspired, I blame it on the Campari. I placed what was inside and put it outside, I took what was above and put it below, I made what was lying down upright, I turned your shampoos that were facing one way face the other way, I cleaned what was stained with toothpaste and made it look new again. I wondered if you would get the Warholian joke. The only thing I didn’t touch was your toothbrush.