Is This A Sign?

The night is bittersweet like ecstasy
Revered by the paintings we paint 
Burnished smiles aching by the lake
Silent as we speak

Listless waves come back to me
I remember your name
In an antiquated sea of marigold
As ripe as the words we use 
Whistling blues, seldom here
Waiting for me 

Is this a sign?
Watching the leaves falling 
Sleep is a privilege
And I can't sleep tonight
The moon opines 
Who's going to be popular now?
I eat the sky 
I ride the bus to somewhere new 
Writing love letters
At night, I wonder are you gay? 
With your dark triad traits
Do you think of me like I think of you? 

Resting my elbows on oak
Stained with cigarette ash
I can't help but think of you
Smiling at your cold embrace 
I was a king in my dreams 
But when I'm with you
I feel like nothing 
Drowning in a faceless dream
Enveloped by everything.