Kite

I'd gone about my normal day
                        of chores and tasks and more
                        But in every silent cornered place
                        was the thought I could not ignore
                        A love so intertwined with his
                        though winds may chill and blow
                        These woven threads intricately bind us again
                        and like a kite to its string we flow
                        One let to the North -
                        so far from home
                        and I patch on another hope
                        One pull to the East
                        combining delicate frays
                        to make a permanent rope
                        But a chance now vanished
                        to kiss his lips
                        softly, tenderly for him to feel
                        One moment for his eyes
                        to gaze deeply into mine
                        and allow what he knows is real
                        A child's touch distracts me back
                        from questions and tears I will not shed
                        But as I descend to the rock
                        flying too low, too fast
                        I fall with a single fear in my head
                        approaching the jagged edge...

                        Why didn't he pull harder on the thread