Poetry Muse ?

I am posting this to the open salon poet wakingupslowly. Are you as out of your mind as he was? Do you think he told you truths? A man who in the last months of his life went back in his mind to when he was happiest. Back to where he met me, and decided to marry for once and forever. What gives you the right to invade my grief? When all you have is half truths and fantasy? Did you hold his hand when he died? Did you see the imprint of his wedding band on his finger?