Just before the men closed the tail gate on the float, she strained her head to see me and nodded her head so hard her blonde mane flew around her face—she looked like she was standing in a cloud of icing sugar. She uttered such a quiet neigh, it seemed only I heard it. She stared at me, and closed her eyes. Then she was gone.
Kelly Batten, One Day You'll Find Me
breakup, clouds, girl, horse, icing-sugar, leaving, pain, sadness