Learning, forgetting, unlearning, aching...

In your kitchen,
Sunday afternoon -
you taught me
a new way
to eat chocolate:

1. get a loaf of white bread.
2. get as many slabs of cadburys milk chocolate
as you could possibly eat.
3. alternate bites.

I don't remember
if it was the Spanish
or the Irish in you
that gave you this ritual
of breaking the sweetness

but I have added a fourth step:

washing it down with water
to remove the taste
left in my mouth
of a balancing act
that fell to the ground

when you walked away.