Pointlessness

How do I tell you,
if your silliness annoys me?
Should I stand, taking that confrontational stance,
and tell you off, in my best stern voice?

I keep asking questions,
about everything I want answers to,
I refuse to implicitly understand.

The last time I tried talking,
you dozed off,
and I was left with gentle snoring
under my ear.
I wonder why now,
with time having trudged along my face so tellingly,
do I try to talk in our nakedness.

Silences leave such telling reminders of reality