I have no face.

All I am is a voice.

Do you remember my voice, my concern?

I remember your voice.

I remember your scream.

I remember your sobs.

I hear a small child in the background crying as they try to understand what is unfolding in front of them.

I hear a dad swear in utter despair as his son lay lifeless.

I do not see the scene although I imagine just from the sounds.

Do you hear me as I give you instructions on how to give your loved one CPR that my voice is cracking as I try not to cry with you?

I wait with you for help to arrive although I am your first responder.

Do you know I carry your broken heart with me?

I remember your voice.

Do you remember mine?

I am 911.