Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone

This poem is kind of sad. It is about a woman who has lost her one and only love. It describes how her life has come to an end. She lived for her significant other, they went everywhere together. That's what I gathered when she mentions "He was my North, my South, my East and West." I think they didn't spend much time apart either with the comment, "My working week and my Sunday rest." She is lonely. She doesn't want to keep on living maybe. The mentioning of the stars not wanted now, leads me to think that stars are where people look up to, and make wishes, and this person no longer wants that. She is empty.