I thought it was mine

Grieving for a death my heart seems to be,
Slowly sunken,
Drowning,
My dream shattered,
Can I dream once more?

Streaming in tears I shall not,
I must continue on tenterhooks,
Steadying my grasp,
Inviting new promising probability.

For once,
I thought it was mine,
And it is not meant to be mine,
YET!

But,
I ought to be importunate,
For later,
In future,
It would certainly be mine.