It is the distant promise

I got a notification from a five year old Discord server,
which said—“Two vast, contextless infodumps
continue in their channels. Near them, in #nsfw-selfies,
half buried a sultry lewd resides, whose smile,
and wink, and glower of hot command
tell that its taker well our passions read
which yet survive, in 🔥 and 🥵 reacts,
a year of flirts, mere months of happy dating.
And in #meetups, from three years ago, these words appear:
"Yeah, we should definitely do that again, now that Covid's dying down!
I miss you all so much!"