I miss you, but I remember you no more

What is life, but the sum of our memories? What is a man without all the knowledge that made him who he was? Who are we all without our brains and experiences? Children? Newborns? Like them, we have to learn again. We miss who we used to be, but we barely remember that person, for it isn't us… it was in another life. This is how me and my best friends disappeared from existence.