Old Photos
My brother calls up on his phone,
From years when we were younger,
A slew of pictures which creates
Nostalgia-feeding hunger.
We scroll and scroll and name some kids
While others are elusive,
Including photos of ourselves -
In one case, inconclusive.
It's strange to see a photograph
Which others are IDing
As you, although you know it isn't
You that they are seeing.
An image may be hard to prove
Without some speculation
Of being that of someone's
Long-remembered expectation.
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