A woman says goodbye to someone she loves by creating a small, private shelter with her own body. She lets down her hair to make a tent or cloud, invites the person to rest against her knees, and turns the moment into something enclosed and protected. Her body becomes a hill, the other person’s eyes become the lights of a town, and the outside world—figured as inquisitive stars—is shut out.
The feeling is tender and sorrowful but also quiet, as if the speaker wants to hold onto this last closeness before separation. The metaphors are homely and physical: hair, knees, hills, towns, clouds. They make the farewell feel intimate rather than dramatic. The mood is hushed, loving, and heavy with finality.