Fork and knife

Can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
The morning's over, the day is in full swing.

I know you're busy,
But please won't you come visit me?
You are an aimless ghost;
You haunt your bag of bones.