A love that I miss very much

What is home is it a house, a person, a dog? I think home is the original place that of which we can never go back. Perhaps that is the hole that we are always trying to fill; the quintessential comfort zone of where we are always trying to return. So, I guess, drugs, drink, sex, food; none of it is the ticket there. But, without that penultimate loss, would there ever be so many good songs, books, poems, movies, or any sort of output attempting to define the original loss .