Fragment

You dig around in all that storage, and sometimes you find fragments. Here is one such:

She always had possessed a certain place in his heart—not always a happy one, but one which was certainly hers, a sure and abiding portion. That was how he thought of her as the endless traffic streamed headlight-golden before him on a cool grey Singapore evening.

Purple came now, and the afternoon’s last faint tang was swallowed and gone. He looked at the dim dial of his antique silver pocket-watch and began the long walk to Sixth Avenue. It was his only hope of the moment that he might somehow encounter her once more before the end.

I have no idea where that came from and where it was going; I only know that it was written about 20 years ago. I wonder who 'she' was supposed to be though.