The speaker remembers a girl whose name meant "victory" and points out the sad irony: she never actually got to be victorious. The poem is only a single sentence long, and that brevity is part of its effect. It reads like a thought that slips out in passing, "It's funny," though the word "funny" clearly isn't about laughter. It covers over something heavier.
The speaker doesn't say what went wrong for her, so we're left to imagine it. That gap is where the feeling lives. There's regret here, and probably tenderness, as if the speaker wishes the girl's life had matched the hope packed into her name. The trailing dots at the end leave the thought hanging, as though the speaker can't quite finish it or doesn't want to.
The mood is quiet, wistful and a little heartbroken. The poem suggests how a name can carry expectations that real life doesn't always meet.