The last 3 letters of the spring

I didn't go outside for eight months (tomorrow)
didn't realise how long it’s been since
I left the you of me between 
the realms 
they love to joke, it's where them
the trolls live 

Bet it's funny 
bet it's rude to scream 
even are
we?
 
I heard
you 
went and searched for 
all those things were missing 
I heard
You went, and
sold
all the life was given 

They said
it's been
8 months, and
counting 
the way
you make your bed, and
go to work, and
search for 
all those things that aren't things
but more
yet never sleep, and 
never dream
you never seem to find them 
anywhere 

Somehow it shows
Sometimes it's rude
I bet it's funny now
the way I knew:
It's always getting quieter before the storm

you haven't closed the door
you do that now
It's where the trolls are
they don't forgive
they do 
remember you