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.