In just two lines, the speaker describes a grief so deep it feels like death. The odd phrasing, "i was died," is what sticks. It isn't standard English, and that's what gives it force. Instead of saying "I felt like I was dying," the speaker uses a passive, almost childlike construction, as if death were something done to them rather than something they feel. It suggests helplessness: the speaker didn't choose this, and the person who left is the cause.
The word "times" matters too. The speaker doesn't describe one loss but many moments of feeling dead inside, and says the first was the day "you" left. That suggests the leaving set off a pattern, and the pain keeps returning. The poem doesn't say who left or why, so we're left with the bare ache of it.
The mood is quiet, raw, and stark. There's no decoration, no explanation, just a plain admission that one departure changed everything. The lowercase letters and the lack of a final full stop make it feel unfinished, like the hurt hasn't ended.