All the Places Love Left Poems on Love, Loss, and Coming home to Yourself

Love is not gentle. It’s demanding, it wounds and it transforms. Through every loss, the poems remind us that the heart always learns how to begin again. ＂You see, at the end of the day, it’s always night. At the end of that night, there’s always light. So chin up, because you don’t need a home, For YOU are home, with a light so bright.＂