Make believe 

I imagine you could spit in my face and I cease to budge. I no longer occupy space in your thoughts. I did briefly and it took the world by surprise. The hurt and betrayal a figment of my imagination as you bestowed a perfection unbeknownst to man. No written record or splendid evidence. You vanished in thin air, swallowed in the bowels of darkness never to be heard of again. I lost you though never an ounce of possession granted.