Living by the Window

You set the trash out carefully,
Wondering if you’re the one
For whom this be should

Ordinary existence,
And then thinking, no, this is me.
This is me with a life still living yet,

Me among the cats by the window,
Me among the cats by door,
Easier to enumerate as they leave

Like the days of one’s existence,
Or so it seemed listing bedside,
So it seemed.