Stop all the clocks,cut off the telephone

I do like this poem, "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone" by W.H. Auden. It is on the rather depressing side. When you experience death first hand it does seem like life can't go on. When Auden writes, "He was my North, my South, my East, my West" (stanza 3 line 1). In a marriage this feeling is very typical. Like the old saying states, this is my better half. I know most people would feel this way if something ever did happen to their lover. I also felt so bad when I read, "I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong"(stanza 3 line 4). Just because the love of their life just died, doesn't mean the love they shared will EVER die.