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Justification Without Justice

Here I am again talking about my feelings about you
A digital diary that the masses can peek into
In lieu of ink blots and eraser shavings
As worthless as the very thoughts I throw into the expanse

I think we've all figured out the concept
Of missing the precious memories, not the person they're about
They represent much of my formative memories
And yet I'm sure we'd both rather die than even talk again

We both think we were right in the end
That our Reasons were the ones worth building a world from
And thus we excised each other while leaving an uglier scar
Battered and bruised, yet alive to see the new year's light

But take a look at the ruined world you left behind
Your absolute closest friends all left after you took a new throne
Where even in the darkest nights of your previous lordship
They'd remain as ever faithful and inexorable 

They fled before I did
As rats desperately fleeing a sinking ship as it dove for a whirlpool
And as the ocean's eye dragged you beneath the waves
You stood before God and proclaimed your truths as absolute

And thus, as we all move on to bluer oceans
I realize now more than ever that I was justified in the end
But that revelation doesn't bring joy, sorrow or any other emotion
What good is proclaiming victory if nothing comes from it?

There's no joy to be found in laughing in a familiar graveyard
There's no remorse to be found bragging in an empty bar
There's no solace to be found cursing everything that reminds me of you
Only the ancient memories tether me to you anymore

You and I have found wayward souls in the expanse
Kindred spirits who treasure us as we once treasured each other
But like ugly scars hidden beneath a favorite sweater
We drift closer to the forefronts of the brain more often than we'd like

Justification is meaningless without justice
Yet justice would likely mean just as little if I ever tasted it
For the sixth year that I've sung tales of the summer heat
I surround myself with everything it ever meant.

Copyright © Derek Chos | Year Posted 2017