This poem is meant to repair,
Won't just ask you to "cheer up," that wouldn't be fair.
Different symptoms, but it's either the heart or spirit,
Neither could heal alone; together, we'll find the merit.

Hearts crack when rough words are spoken,
Broken by others whose hearts have been frozen.
Luckily, time and distance can heal,
A new heart grows, sturdy as steel.

No need for poems to tell you how to feel,
Once the last traces of ice are gone, the heart will zeal.
If it's the spirit, beyond my expertise' limit,
But call someone you love, talk for a minute.

From my experience, that's a spirit refueling ticket,
I know you'd prefer she was there to pick it.
For now, exploit her skills at their best,
It's a temporary remedy until you're together, no jest.